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A/N: Today's Muse is brought to you by the same old blood rush with a new touch
"How was school?" My father asked grabbing my shoulder.
I was halted before I could even escape into my room. He stared into my eyes, they were a less intense version of mine. Frank was talking to my mother and aunt in the other room, so no help there.
"It was fine," I muttered trying to move into Frank's room.
"Devon," My father said in his hardened tone, his Georgian accent he'd adopted was becoming fainter, "can you attempt to act like you want to tell me how school was?"
I sighed heavily, I thought about my day. How was I going to tell my dad that my first New Jersey crush was on a boy. He seemed to tilt his head in interest. I slowly waved him into Frank's room and closed the door behind us. My father took a seat at Frank's desk stepping over the camp bed that was mine; to be at the same level I dropped on Frank's bed.
"So how was first class?" My dad ask, enthusiasm swallowing his tone.
I gave him my famous look.
"I don't know...it was okay."
"Don't you have art? How was that?"
I thought back to art, Mr. Way was in that class too but he sat in a lone desk facing the best of the sun in the studio. He hadn't glanced up from his drawing once, it was almost comic book like but I knew he'd catch on if I took to many trips to the sink. So I let my water get extremely dirty each time.
"It was fine," I drawled, I stared off into a Melvin's poster, "I painted a portrait of a girl named Alyse."
My art teacher Mrs. Janick had really loved my portrait so much that she said I could choose another student for our shading project if I wanted. I knew who I wanted to choose, Mikey. He had glasses and a hard jawbone that would look really cool, but I probably couldn't get him out of class.
"Alyse huh son?" My father raised his eyebrow.
I pretend to look embarrassed, but deep down I knew I'd have to tell him why I remained girlfriendless. My close friends back home kept my first love and me as secret as long as they could...but my boyfriend one day decided that he no longer liked boys.
He called me diseased and soon disapeared from class, I was so depressed about the breakup that I just fell into despair. I lied a lot about why I was sad. I told my parents I thought I might not be getting enough sun, or that I didn't know why I was sad. My friends who didn't know stopped talking to me, and my close friends tried everything to help me forget him.
But, what kept me thinking about him was, what ever happened to him? That question ached me everyday. He was a senior and I was a freshman; two months until graduation and he up and left school and town.
"Are you okay Devon?" My dad seemed to noticed I that my eyes slightly began to well.
"I'm a little sneezey, it is spring," I wiped my eyes, "I'll be okay by the end of the semester, unless summer here is worse than spring?"
"Yeah, well, I have to go help with your uncle's famous spaghetti--."
"Yeah, I have homework."
Our tension guards were up again and my dad nodded as I reached for my bag. I stood and watched him head to the door, I sat at Franks desk flicking on the light. My dad paused at the light.
"Hey Dev," he seemed to he holding back, I leaned in cocking my head, "uh," he changed his expression, "We move into the house in a few days, Friday I think. Think you--."
"Yes, I can handle Frank for four more days dad."
He nodded and left in the wake, I swung back to my biology homework. I pulled out my notebook and scrambled down answers. I didn't even realize that Frank was knocking on my door until I looked up.
"Oh," I cried, "Frank, you and Mikey have a bad habit of scaring me."
"Supper, Georgia," he teased.
I chucked my pencil case at him but Frank proved to be a good catch. The sole reason I'm not in gym, no skill at all. I went back to my bio placing a period on my last answer. I slid the work in my bag grabbing my agenda; checking to see if there was anymore.
"Hey," Frank groaned chucking the pencil case bag on his desk, "I said it was supper."
"Mange-tu moi," I quoted.
"Enough with the stalling, you have to face your parents for dinner until you move out," Frank gave me a shove and I put my hands up in truce.
*
Frank and I had promised to return by 10 and it was now 15 after that arranged curfew. He was running steadily along side me but we both were losing speed. We'd been running the last two blocks having to duck under roofs when cops showed up. Everyone was so suspicious of each other, it wasn't like Hartwell. I tried to think about other things, I couldn't go back, I had to stop the pain of missing it.
We crossed an ally that I, was familiar with, to my right was sketch creek, an easy 20 minutes off the way we were going, I grabbed Frank's arm and yanked him towards sketch creek.
"No!" he hissed dragging me away from the viewline of a group that had appeared in the lot.
"Why not, were late Frank," I tried.
He shook his head roughly. The chilly night of spring rattled us again.
"Gerard, it's his turf and he's out there now."
I hadn't yet met this Gerard, but then it hit me. Mr. Way...the one I was crushing on was that guy. The toughness, the gang of guys that were always around him. We heard footstep and my entire core shook.
"I see we have the Iero's," his voice was hard, but his face so beautiful.
"Making out in the dark ally?" one who stood the tallest snickered.
Gerard elbowed him hard in the ribs and he flew back coughing and wincing in pain. The others of Gerard's posse gathered around him, tightening the gap. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, I was so entranced in this light. The pain of my ex spiked, reminding me why I wouldn't love again.
"Frank, who's this?" Gerard asked, even though he damn well know who I was.
"My cousin," Frank whimpered, trying to hold a tough stance.
"Ah now it's coming back to me," Gerard half smiled, his fang like teeth in view, "Georgia boy right? So I guess peach fuzz grows everywhere down there."
I pulled my hand up to my face, forcing it to cover my beardlessness of it. Frank swallowed loudly and seemed to give me a sideways glance. My eyes slightly peered over at him, trying to reassure him.
"You know Georgia boy, Mikey seemed to really like you, so until Friday...," he took a deep breath for affect, "you're untouchable."
I didn't want to be untouchable for one reason, I wanted to be touched by Gerard and I in turn wanted to touch him back; see if that pale skin was just a smooth and flawless like it played off. He reminded me so much of why, I went for bad guys like him. It was a car crash of emotions waiting to happen. So when Frank and I returned home safe and sound I thought to myself right before bed Bring on the weekend.
"How was school?" My father asked grabbing my shoulder.
I was halted before I could even escape into my room. He stared into my eyes, they were a less intense version of mine. Frank was talking to my mother and aunt in the other room, so no help there.
"It was fine," I muttered trying to move into Frank's room.
"Devon," My father said in his hardened tone, his Georgian accent he'd adopted was becoming fainter, "can you attempt to act like you want to tell me how school was?"
I sighed heavily, I thought about my day. How was I going to tell my dad that my first New Jersey crush was on a boy. He seemed to tilt his head in interest. I slowly waved him into Frank's room and closed the door behind us. My father took a seat at Frank's desk stepping over the camp bed that was mine; to be at the same level I dropped on Frank's bed.
"So how was first class?" My dad ask, enthusiasm swallowing his tone.
I gave him my famous look.
"I don't know...it was okay."
"Don't you have art? How was that?"
I thought back to art, Mr. Way was in that class too but he sat in a lone desk facing the best of the sun in the studio. He hadn't glanced up from his drawing once, it was almost comic book like but I knew he'd catch on if I took to many trips to the sink. So I let my water get extremely dirty each time.
"It was fine," I drawled, I stared off into a Melvin's poster, "I painted a portrait of a girl named Alyse."
My art teacher Mrs. Janick had really loved my portrait so much that she said I could choose another student for our shading project if I wanted. I knew who I wanted to choose, Mikey. He had glasses and a hard jawbone that would look really cool, but I probably couldn't get him out of class.
"Alyse huh son?" My father raised his eyebrow.
I pretend to look embarrassed, but deep down I knew I'd have to tell him why I remained girlfriendless. My close friends back home kept my first love and me as secret as long as they could...but my boyfriend one day decided that he no longer liked boys.
He called me diseased and soon disapeared from class, I was so depressed about the breakup that I just fell into despair. I lied a lot about why I was sad. I told my parents I thought I might not be getting enough sun, or that I didn't know why I was sad. My friends who didn't know stopped talking to me, and my close friends tried everything to help me forget him.
But, what kept me thinking about him was, what ever happened to him? That question ached me everyday. He was a senior and I was a freshman; two months until graduation and he up and left school and town.
"Are you okay Devon?" My dad seemed to noticed I that my eyes slightly began to well.
"I'm a little sneezey, it is spring," I wiped my eyes, "I'll be okay by the end of the semester, unless summer here is worse than spring?"
"Yeah, well, I have to go help with your uncle's famous spaghetti--."
"Yeah, I have homework."
Our tension guards were up again and my dad nodded as I reached for my bag. I stood and watched him head to the door, I sat at Franks desk flicking on the light. My dad paused at the light.
"Hey Dev," he seemed to he holding back, I leaned in cocking my head, "uh," he changed his expression, "We move into the house in a few days, Friday I think. Think you--."
"Yes, I can handle Frank for four more days dad."
He nodded and left in the wake, I swung back to my biology homework. I pulled out my notebook and scrambled down answers. I didn't even realize that Frank was knocking on my door until I looked up.
"Oh," I cried, "Frank, you and Mikey have a bad habit of scaring me."
"Supper, Georgia," he teased.
I chucked my pencil case at him but Frank proved to be a good catch. The sole reason I'm not in gym, no skill at all. I went back to my bio placing a period on my last answer. I slid the work in my bag grabbing my agenda; checking to see if there was anymore.
"Hey," Frank groaned chucking the pencil case bag on his desk, "I said it was supper."
"Mange-tu moi," I quoted.
"Enough with the stalling, you have to face your parents for dinner until you move out," Frank gave me a shove and I put my hands up in truce.
*
Frank and I had promised to return by 10 and it was now 15 after that arranged curfew. He was running steadily along side me but we both were losing speed. We'd been running the last two blocks having to duck under roofs when cops showed up. Everyone was so suspicious of each other, it wasn't like Hartwell. I tried to think about other things, I couldn't go back, I had to stop the pain of missing it.
We crossed an ally that I, was familiar with, to my right was sketch creek, an easy 20 minutes off the way we were going, I grabbed Frank's arm and yanked him towards sketch creek.
"No!" he hissed dragging me away from the viewline of a group that had appeared in the lot.
"Why not, were late Frank," I tried.
He shook his head roughly. The chilly night of spring rattled us again.
"Gerard, it's his turf and he's out there now."
I hadn't yet met this Gerard, but then it hit me. Mr. Way...the one I was crushing on was that guy. The toughness, the gang of guys that were always around him. We heard footstep and my entire core shook.
"I see we have the Iero's," his voice was hard, but his face so beautiful.
"Making out in the dark ally?" one who stood the tallest snickered.
Gerard elbowed him hard in the ribs and he flew back coughing and wincing in pain. The others of Gerard's posse gathered around him, tightening the gap. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, I was so entranced in this light. The pain of my ex spiked, reminding me why I wouldn't love again.
"Frank, who's this?" Gerard asked, even though he damn well know who I was.
"My cousin," Frank whimpered, trying to hold a tough stance.
"Ah now it's coming back to me," Gerard half smiled, his fang like teeth in view, "Georgia boy right? So I guess peach fuzz grows everywhere down there."
I pulled my hand up to my face, forcing it to cover my beardlessness of it. Frank swallowed loudly and seemed to give me a sideways glance. My eyes slightly peered over at him, trying to reassure him.
"You know Georgia boy, Mikey seemed to really like you, so until Friday...," he took a deep breath for affect, "you're untouchable."
I didn't want to be untouchable for one reason, I wanted to be touched by Gerard and I in turn wanted to touch him back; see if that pale skin was just a smooth and flawless like it played off. He reminded me so much of why, I went for bad guys like him. It was a car crash of emotions waiting to happen. So when Frank and I returned home safe and sound I thought to myself right before bed Bring on the weekend.
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